Chapter 624 - 400: This Is the Most Terrifying Old Man I’ve Ever Seen! (Part 2)

Chapter 624: Chapter 400: This Is the Most Terrifying Old Man I’ve Ever Seen! (Part 2)

Once these ghostly shadows cause too much chaos in the human world, it’s bound to attract the attention of those who investigate supernatural occurrences.

By then, the crimes committed by the Red-clothed Taoist will be laid bare, and this is what he most dreads as his hidden peril.

Cultivating the Blood Infant Spirit into a complete form is the sole objective of the Red-clothed Taoist, who has been plotting for decades.

For this purpose, he doesn’t hesitate to stain his hands with blood and oppose sinister spirits, having already crossed the point of no return.

In the heart of the Red-clothed Taoist, this matter cannot tolerate any mistake, nor does he allow anyone to obstruct him.

Whether they are ordinary people who accidentally encounter him, cultivators who investigate supernatural occurrences, or vengeful spirits seeking blood debts.

As long as someone blocks his path, he will not hesitate to kill mercilessly, even if it means unleashed greater carnage, he will never let his efforts go to waste.

As for those three mutated girls from Yingnan University, the Red-clothed Taoist had never planned to spare them.

When the news of their "return from death" reached his ears, he had already prepared his methods.

Originally, he intended to sneak into the campus under the cover of night and quietly eliminate these potential "threats" to his exposure.

But the Red-clothed Taoist never expected the incident to create a huge uproar in society.

The protests from the students’ parents, the media’s investigative reports, and the heated discussions online brought the matter to the forefront of public attention, drawing countless eyes to Yingnan University.

Such intense attention completely cut off his chances of acting in secret.

Once the Red-clothed Taoist shows up, even leaving a trace could be pursued by those investigating supernatural occurrences, potentially leading to the exposure of his core secret in cultivating the Blood Infant Spirit.

Helplessly, he had to suppress his murderous intent for the time being.

In the end, the Red-clothed Taoist could only seek out Fang Hai, who was also aware of the situation. The two of them, carrying three yellowed Demon Suppression Talismans, snuck into Yingnan University’s dormitory 506 under the cover of night, avoiding crowds.

The instant the black talisman paper stuck to the wall, deep crimson lines flashed across the surface of the talisman.

An obscure force of suppression emanated, thoroughly sealing the lingering cold aura in the room within.

After accomplishing this, the Red-clothed Taoist no longer intervened, turning and leaving the campus.

Those three girls had not long been resurrected, the yin aura in their bodies was weak, and they were being suppressed day and night by the Demon Suppression Talismans.

He need not act further; in at most twenty-five years, those leftover yin auras would be completely dissipated by the power of the talismans.

By that time, the threat would be removed, saving him from taking risks while in the public eye.

As for what might happen during those twenty-five years, or whether the talismans might encounter unexpected changes.

The Red-clothed Taoist had no time to care by then, focused solely on returning to the shadows to continue advancing the plan of cultivating the Blood Infant Spirit.

No one anticipated that twenty years later, the dust-covered case of the mutated female university students at Yingnan University would stir up waves on today’s internet.

Most crucially, it was seen by Lu Xuan.

Amidst the sand-overwhelmed heavens and earth, the wind swept scorching sand grains past, as Lu Xuan gazed at the distant approaching black sedan, his voice scattered with the wind and sand into the vastness.

"Is this fate? Every drink and peck has its destiny, truly fascinating..."

Those who attempt to manipulate fate and defy heaven will eventually be tangled in the threads of karma, unable to escape the final reckoning.

He squinted slightly, the ocean of sand under the blazing sun reflected in his pupils.

This is precisely why Lu Xuan seeks to swiftly transcend the cycle of ten life reincarnations; he only desires for the day when his spirit can completely transcend reincarnation, no longer dictated by fate.

And the endpoint of all this is to achieve the status of Celestial Essence Tao Immortal.

Only by standing at the pinnacle of the immortal path can one break free from the shackles of karma and truly grasp their own destiny.

Even becoming the sovereign who overlooks all beings, decides the fate of heaven and earth, and no longer subject to worldly destinies.

In the short span of half a month, amidst the vast territory of Yifeng Province, a solitary figure could always be seen bustling about.

From bustling urban streets to secluded town villages, and then to desolate mountainous forests.

Every corner across Yifeng Province associated with the eerie has left Lu Xuan’s footprints.

In the night outskirt of Qinghong City’s suburbs, a reservoir lies quietly at the town’s edge, a kilometer away is a town dotted with city lights, human fireworks faintly audible but incongruous with this watery domain.

The concrete ground by the reservoir is spacious and flat, yet not a single figure is seen.

Only a conspicuous yellow cautionary line, like a label for a restricted zone, encircles the reservoir’s edge tightly, prohibiting anyone from approaching.

More eerily, despite the late night, several high-power lighting lamps were set up around the reservoir.

Blinding white beams pierced the darkness, illuminating an area as bright as daytime for a few hundred meters in radius.

Cracks in the concrete ground, withered grass by the shore, ripples on the water surface, and even the dust floating in the air, were vividly outlined by this strong light, leaving no shadow to hide.

On the concrete ground about fifty meters from the reservoir stood an upright ritual altar.

The podium made from peach wood stands solemn and rigid, with the compass, talisman paper, and incense burner placed sequentially on the altar.

Three sticks of incense are burning with curling smoke, exuding a hint of mystery under the striking lights.

At the center of the altar, a middle-aged man nearing fifty wears a bright yellow Taoist robe, with the eight trigram patterns embroidered on the hem faintly gleaming under the intense light.

His features are upright, eyebrows carrying a righteous aura, his expression extremely grave, both hands clasped in a Dharma Seal, eyes fixed on the compass before the altar.